Chapter 13: A Not So Hidden Identity

Zach's POV:

Before you could blink, heads swiveled around and bodies automatically set up a defensive stance. It wasn't quite what we were expecting. The voice was feminine, and even though we assumed who it was, even an idiot could see the obvious surprise on the faces of my comrades. I, myself, kept my eyes from widening and my mouth from dropping open.

"Are one of you going to take him or not?"

Cammie stood in front of us. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the little crowd that had gathered and put one of her hands on her hip impatiently. The other hand…? It was too busy holding a big, burly, and unconscious man in place on her shoulder. I had no words for that.

She looked around at us again and saw that all of us were frozen in shock and confusion. A huge sigh escaped her lips and she pushed the man off to the side, leaving him to hit the ground with a thump. With another sigh, she pushed through the crowd, our eyes following her every moment.

"Boys, get back to work!" Dr Steve addressed us. "Xavier, Xander, (AN: I love these names) if you would take the unconscious man to Mr. Solomon and tell him that Cammie has arrived, that would be excellent."

Two of my classmates, twin brothers, moved to gather the man and started walking in the direction of Gallagher. You could tell by their slight swaying and stumbling footsteps that he was heavy as he looked. Yup, Cammie was definitely not normal, she was definitely the Chameleon, and I definitely idolized her spy career before I found out her true identity. Awkward.

"Hey Zach, do you know where I could find a Beretta ARX 160?"

I smoothly turned around to face her and slightly tilted my head down to meet her gaze at 5' 9". My eyebrows almost lifted and my mouth threatened to pop open into an O before I registered that she probably took this class.

"Yeah.." I coughed before putting my brain into order, "Over here."

I pointed to the crate at the end of the shooting lines. They were locked but I figured she could just shoot the lock off. She was proving to be resourceful… that, and she was the Chameleon. I turned back to the shooting range with my own assault rifle.

Bang bang bang.

My gun went off with a muffled noise and I followed the line of trajectory to the 3 perfect shots in the middle of the chest on the target practice sheet. Sure, my middle shot was a little off to the side, but it would still kill. I took some more shots and tried hitting the lines on the practice sheet. Most of them were perfect, and others were mostly on the line. I admired my 8 shots in all.

Cammie returned to my side with her assault rifle hanging loosely from her hand. "Can I join you here?"

I looked around seeing that there were no open targets. I mentally sighed but class was over in a few minutes and it could be interesting to see how her shot was.

"Yeah sure, take a shot."

I stood behind her as she stepped up and aimed her gun. A little finger wiggled up and clicked off the safety. Suddenly, shots went off rapidly as she focused on the target. Lowering her gun, she turned back to me and smiled. My feet shuffled forward as I squinted at the target. I slowly turned to her.

"You missed every shot!" I chuckled as she nonchalantly looked at me.

"I'm going to put my gun away," She smirked at me, "Can you get the target for me?"

I nodded in confusion as she walked away to the container on one side of the empty space. Pushing a little button, the target slowly moved forward under the makeshift half-tent that sheltered our class.

The paper stopped as it reached my arm reach. I grabbed it and studied the shots. My mouth fell open and I incredulously looked at the blonde girl who was chatting with Dr. Steve. The practice sheet could've burned under my studious gaze. Apparently she hit the target after all.

Every shot that she took partially covered my own. You could barely see that second bullet in every one of my shots (AN: Season 1, Episode 1, Psych). I looked back at the girl to see her smirking my way. That would be the last time I underestimated her. I shook my head and laughed as Dr. Steve called for us to get back to the school.

That girl was testing me.

Cammie's POV

I laughed at the face that Zach was giving me. There was no putting on a mask as he looked at the practice paper and found that I shot through each of his holes. He chuckled a little bit and put down his gun as he jogged to catch up to e.

"Hey."

I smiled at him, "Hey."

He pointed to the paper he was holding in his hand, "Nice shooting."

I shrugged. "I could've done better," A playful smile spread on my lips, "But I couldn't have you thinking that I missed all my shots."

We both laughed and bumped shoulders in our moment of bad coordination. I shoved him with my shoulder and he shoved back. Our little moment of civility and middle school behaviors was dragged on as I shoved him back. He scooted back and swayed quickly to the side to hit me as I stepped forward. My face broke into a smile and I laughed as I looked down at him surrounded by shrubbery. I pulled him up.

"Very smooth, Gallagher girl."

He brushed himself off and I lent a hand in brushing the dirt off of his camo t-shirt. His hands snaked down and patted off leaves that were stuck to his jeans. I took this chance as he was bent down, to shuffle my hand through his hair. Note that this was only to clean off the leaves.

"You messed up my hair!" Zach jokingly whined as he attempted to fix his short brown locks.

"It was already messed up."

I stuck out my tongue at him and watched him run his hands through his soft hair. We emerged from the tree line right behind the rest of our classmates who were looking back at us like we had both grown another eye. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it's time for me to go, I'll see you later."

His dark eyes swam in confusion, "What? Where are you going?"

Without another word, I ducked away as he sighed and continued on his walk back to the mansion. I, on the other hand snuck around the perimeter until I found a stone brick on the north side of Gallagher.

I pushed the middle of it. Twice, and very lightly. The ground next to me slid open and I shimmied into the little hole and dropped into a cement corridor. Grass slid once again to close the entrance and I began to walk down the dark hall.

Left. Right. Right. Straight. Right. Left. Left. Straight. Straight. Right. Left. Straight. Left. Left. I navigated through the tunnels and tapped the ceiling above me in the dead end. It rose and I could faintly see light at the end. Jumping up, I grabbed the first rung on the ladder and pulled myself up with my arms until my feet could reach as well. After that point, the climbing was quick and I found myself at the top and entering the Gallagher kitchen pantry.

I walked out and said hi to the staff who dismissed my random appearance out of nowhere. With a cookie in hand that I had snuck while walking past the main dessert chef, I walked to Mr. Solomon's empty office and got comfortable on the couch.

The long day pulled my eyelids. I gave in, and continued waiting for my god-father. Asleep, sprawled across his couch, with cookie crumbs littering the ground around me. It was an amazing nap, if anyone's wondering.

Awhile later, I heard the door squeak open and I shot up from my position and rubbed my eyes as Mr. Solomon and Townsend walked in. It was about 5:30 PM, and the two men were talking about an interrogation as they entered the room.

"I think I'll go back in there tomorrow morning, I'll see wha-" Townsend spotted me, "Hello Ms. Morgan."

I sighed, he was as formal as always (besides when I walk in on him and Aunt Abby), "Agent Townsend, Joe." My head nodded forward in greeting.

"Cammie."

"So what has the thug given you so far?"

"He is being difficult, we haven't found out much." Mr. Solomon held out a manilla folder.

I took it from his hands and flipped through it. We barely knew anything. He had said that Catherine was coming for me (no surprise there). Some loyal crap about the Circle. Oh, and a little bit about a compound in West Virginia. That seems a little close for comfort. I shrugged and handed it back.

"I'll take my personal time with him during my lunch tomorrow."

Both of the men looked unsure about that as they looked me up and down, focusing on my fists. I was going whether they allowed it or not so they just nodded and went to get seated around Mr. Solomon's desk.

Joe sat back in his seat.

"Cammie, go get ready for dinner. We'll talk tomorrow and I'll see you in 20 minutes."

Mentally I scrunched up at the sound of someone giving me orders. Someone besides the Director. Outwardly, I just nodded and followed Agent Townsend out the door. My steps leading toward the dorm rooms in the East wing, and his leading to Aunt Abby's office. No surprise there. They were practically a married couple, just without the legal documents although I could forge them and forget about the rest of the hassle.

I took the boring way up to the room I shared with the 3 other girls. The stairs and a leisurely walk down the long hallway to the room at the very end on the right. We were on the corner of the building which was really nice, as we had windows on 2 walls. I walked in and dim light shined at my face from through the open blinds.

There were 3 figures lounging in the corner where a small spot held 4 bean bags. Every seat was kind of old and a little bit worn around the seams except for one. That one belonged to me. It was blue, similar to the shade of my eyes and filled with stuffing that made it easy to sink into, so I did so.

"Hey guys."

"Hi Cammie! The girls told me about the mission." Liz was the first one to greet me.

"Yeah, just a little nuisance I had to get rid of. So what are you guys talking about?"

They all showed looks of uncertainty and looked as if they were mentally communicating to make a decision. Liz was obviously a no to whatever they were talking about. Her face was in a slight frown and her eyes were opened wide. She looked more like a panicked, "NO!". Bex, on the other hand had her mouth in a small pout and her eyes glared menacingly at her two roommates. A please yes, I concurred. She looked ready to throw a punch if she didn't get her way. Macey had a slight smirk and one perfectly defined eyebrow was lifted into a curve.

"Are you really the Chameleon?"

My eyes found Bex, leaning forward for my answer. She was eager and was purposely showing it. Macey's eyes flicked over me and she picked up a file and started tending to her nails. I liked that girl. I liked all of my roommates but t was weird, sharing your life with someone else. Telling them the secret you strived to keep hidden your entire life. In their gut, they knew.

"Yeah I am. Just don't ever call me Cammie the Chameleon." I laughed quietly.

They all nodded as my answer was expected. I wouldn't expect anything less of them. As for the boys? Some of them I couldn't say the same. But points to them for not asking, thought I would take asking over staring.

"Why are you here instead of on a mission?"

Liz hit her on the upper arm, "That's none of our business."

"Cool," Macey stood up, "I know Bex would love to ask you a 'bloody' lot of questions but we have dinner."

She grabbed her hair tie and walked towards the door while she pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Are you guys coming?"

The three of us shared a smile while she walked out of the room, ponytail swaying.

"Wait up! We're coming!"

AN: Sorry that this chapter took FOREVER! This was more of a friendship chapter and exploring Cammie's relationships with people at Gallagher.

It's back to school season so I wish everyone good luck throughout this upcoming school year. I'm also getting my splint off on the first day of school and I'm super psyched.

Review… if you want to. Feel free to give me criticisms and ideas for future chapters! Thanks for reading.